Much of the things I know, I cannot see. As much of the things I can see, I know not their truth. So, this far… I have chosen to listen to my heart. Faith, they say, is always blind.
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Just like that one September morning when I woke up to the silently screaming voices telling me to go home to Mom. I just listened. The way a good child did, though as a child I never did listen. But this time I did go home to Mom… only to find out that I was to spend the last ten days of my life before I became motherless.
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For the two happy and healthy Monchies I treasure…
Happy Mother’s Day to me.
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